The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1887-08-31

Hliiuefce. eternity never marks any
bound. Isabella fled from the Spanish
throne, pursued by the nations anathe-
ma: but she who is queen in home will
never lose her throne, and death itself
viii only be the annexation of heavenly
municipalities.
When you want to get your grandest
ideas of a queen, you do not think Of
Catharine of Russia, or Of Anne Of Eng
land, or Marie Theresa Of Germany; but
when you want to get your grandest idea
Of queen, you think of the plain woman
who sat opposite your father at the table,
or walked with him arm in arm down
life's pathway; sometimes to the
thanksgiving banquet, sometimes to the
grave, but always together-sooth-
ing your petty griefs, correcting your
childish waywardness. joining in your
infantile sports, listening to your evening
prayers, toiling for you with needle or
at the spinning wheel. and on cold nights
wrapping you up snug and warm. And
then at last on that day when she lay in
the back room dying and you saw her
take those thin hands with which she
toiled for you so long and put them to-
gether in adying prayer that commended
y
YOU to trust-O, she was the dueeni
The chariots of God came down to fetch
her, and as she went in, all heaven rose
up. You cannot think Of her now with
ont a rush of tenderness that stirs the
deep foundations of your soul, and you
feel rs much a child again as when you
cried on her lap; and if you could bring
her back again to speak just once more
your name, as tenderly as she used to
speak it, You would be willing to throw
yourself ON the ground and kiss the sod
that covers her, crying: "Mother,
mother'' All! she was the queen
she was the queen. Now, can
you tell me how many thousand miles q
woman like that would have to travel
down before she got to the ballot box?
Compared with this work of training
kings and queens for God and eternity,
how insignificant seems all this work of
voting for aldermen and common coun-
cilmen and sherifTs and constables and
mayors and presidents. To make one
such grand woman as / have described
how many thousands would you want of
those people who 90 in the round of god
lessncss and fashion and dissipation, dis
torting their body until in their mon
strosities they seem to outdo the drome-
dairy and hippOpotamus; going as far
toward disgraceful apparel as they dare
go, so as not to be arrested of the police;
their behavior a sorrow to the good and
a caricature of the vicious. and an insult
to that God who made them women and
not gorgons; and tramping on, down
through a frivolous and dissipated life,
to temporal and eternal damnation.
o, woman, with the lightning of your
soul, strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon
| such garbage. God calls you up to
empire and dominion. viii you have iii
O, give to God your heart; give to God
your best energies; give to God all your
culture; give to God all your refinement
| give yourself to him, for this world and
the next. Soon all these bright eyes will
| be quenched and these voices will be
| hushed For the last time you will lool
! upon this fair earth. Fathers hand
! mothers hand, sisters hand, child'i
| hand will be no more in yours. 1t vii
| be night, and there viii come up q colo
wind from the Jordan and you mus
| start. Will it be a lone woman on {
| trackless moor? All, no. Jesus vii
| come up in that hour and offer his hand
and he win say: ''You stood by me whel
| you were well; now l will not desert you
| when You are sick. One wave of hi
| hand and the storm will drop, and an
other wave of his hand and mid
night shall break into midnoon
and another wave of his han'
and the cIiamDerlains of God will com,
down from the treasure houses of heaven
with robes lustrous, blood washed, ant
heaven glinted, in which you viii array
| yourself for the marriage supper of tn,
| lamb. And then with Miriam, wht
| struck the timbrel of the Red sea; anC
| with Deborah, who led the Lords hos
| into the fight; and with Hannah, whC
| gave her Samuel to the Lord and will
| Mary, who rocked Jesus to sleep Will,
| there were angels singing in the air; anC
with Florence Nightingale, who bounC
up the battle wounds of the Crimea, you
WILL from the chalice of God, drink t.
| the soul's eternal rescue.
One twilight. after had been playing
with the children for some time l laiC
down on the lounge to rest. The chill
dren said, play more. Children always
want to play more. And, half asleep anC
half awake, seemed to dream this dream
| 1t seemed to me that | was in far dis
tant land-not Persia, although more
| than Oriental luxuriance crowned tht
cities; nor the tropics although more
than tropical fruitfulness filled the gar
dens; nor Italy-although more thar
Italian sofness filled the air. And
wandered around, looking for thorns ant
nettles, but found none of them grew
there. And L walked forth and l saw tbs
sun rise, and / said, ''When will it sci
| again ?" and the sun sank not. And
saw all the people in holiday apparel, ant
l said: when will they put on working
mans garb again and delve in the mine
and swelter at the forge?" but neither the
garments nor the robes did they put off
And | wandered in the suburbs, and
said: Where do they bury the dead Of
this great city," and / looked along by
the hills where it would be most beauti
full for the dead to sleep, and / saw
castles, and towns, and battlements
but not mausoleum, nor monun. ent
nor white slab could l see. And
went into the great chapel of the
town, and | said: ''Where do the
poor worship? Where are the benche.
on which they sit?'' And a voice an
swered: 1--WE have no poor in this great
city. And l wandered out, seeking tc
find the place where were the novels Of
the destitute, and | found mansions Of
amber and ivory and gold, but no teal
did see or sigh hear. | was bewildered
and sat under the shadow Of a great
tree, and said: s'What am and whence
comes all this?' And at that moment
there came from among the leaves, skip
| ping up the fiowery paths and across the
sparkling waters, very bright and spark
ling group; and when | saw their step ]
knew it. and when l heard their voices
| thought / knew them: but then
| apparel was so different from ANYTHING
/ had ever seen, / bowed, a stranger to
| strangers. But after a while, when they
| clapped their hands and shouted, s.Wel-
come! WELCOMED the mystery was solved,
and l saw that time had passed and that
eternity had come, and that God had
gathered us up into a higher home; and
! l said, care we all here?' and the voices
of innumerable generations answered,
"All here and while tears of gladness
were raining down our cheeks, and the
branches of the Lebanon cedars were
clapping their hands, and the towers of
the great city were Ginning their well
come, we began to laugh and sing and
leap and shout, ..Homel home! homer
Then | felt a child's hand on my face,
and it woke me. The children wanted
to play more. Children always want to
play more.
Boidness of BrigaDds.
The brigand season is at its height.
We are consequently confined to the
town, and, though surrounded by charm
ing country, obliged to pass the summer
In dusty, disease breeding streets. Only